( Eddie’s slap at his hand has Richie pouting and frowning. Why doesn’t Eddie want to have a little fun? It wasn’t like they were the important ones at this event; it’s Bill and all the other fancy actors and writers and directors. Richie and Eddie are nobody; they can get away with it easily. Richie’s convinced himself. )

So what if Stan-the-Man knows? What’s he gonna do? Tell everyone in the whole fuckin’ place?

( Richie’s grinning, mischief glinting in his eyes. He’s wearing contacts for the special occasion, and he still finds himself going to push invisible glasses up his nose out of habit. He nudges Eddie with his arm and picks at his dessert. He wants something chocolately not this. What Richie really wants is his fiance’s dick in his mouth for dessert. He pouts at the thought and sulks, his head dipped as he looks at the plate in front of him.

Eddie’s right, their friends will know, but it doesn’t stop Richie from trying one more time. )

Eddie, I’m horny.

( He whines, like a child who wants candy before dinner. Richie wriggles on his chair just to add some more emphasis and grabs Eddie’s hand, pulling it to his crotch so he can see just how hard Richie is. )

If you don’t help me, I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom and help myself. And what if, while I'm in there, I run into a handsome movie star who wants to suck me off? What am I gonna do then? Say no?